Ted tries to sleep, closing his eyes and trying to rest, but he just finds himself just listening to Joan's breathing, feeling for any movement. There isn't any, thankfully, beyond her breathing
He hears Sherlock's sigh though, and lifts his head a bit to look at him, at his now more relaxed posture. That is actually reassuring. He smiles a bit, then lays his head down again and makes a slightly more concerted effort to sleep.
Sleep does come soon after that, but it's still uneasy. Joan shifts at one point, and it almost jerks Ted awake, where for a moment he just lies there to make sure she's not shaking, making sure she's still breathing, before he eventually falls back asleep. He doesn't dream anything coherent, just vague feelings of anxiety and worry.
He wakes up a few hours later, still in the middle of the night, but not quite the time she has to take her meds. He can't go back to sleep after that, his mind cooking, and then suddenly there's a knot in his chest, his face twisting a little.
He realizes his fingers have turned numb, and he carefully but quickly sits up, going to grab his crutch. "Bathroom," he mumbles at Sherlock, back turned towards him as he gets up and heads there.
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Date: 2021-08-29 09:25 pm (UTC)He hears Sherlock's sigh though, and lifts his head a bit to look at him, at his now more relaxed posture. That is actually reassuring. He smiles a bit, then lays his head down again and makes a slightly more concerted effort to sleep.
Sleep does come soon after that, but it's still uneasy. Joan shifts at one point, and it almost jerks Ted awake, where for a moment he just lies there to make sure she's not shaking, making sure she's still breathing, before he eventually falls back asleep. He doesn't dream anything coherent, just vague feelings of anxiety and worry.
He wakes up a few hours later, still in the middle of the night, but not quite the time she has to take her meds. He can't go back to sleep after that, his mind cooking, and then suddenly there's a knot in his chest, his face twisting a little.
He realizes his fingers have turned numb, and he carefully but quickly sits up, going to grab his crutch. "Bathroom," he mumbles at Sherlock, back turned towards him as he gets up and heads there.